"I could stay like this forever and never want to leave." The boy lay down on the hill, dark hair mixing with the frays and twirls of the rich grass. His eyes squinted open occasionally, glancing up at a cloud when the sun was covered with one, then back to a bemused girl flying a kite.

"Not even for food?" the girl laughed. "Your stomach, afterall, is the only thing you ever think about." The kite, blue as the sky, danced higher as the girl jogged it back and forth.

Rolling onto his stomach to look at the girl, the boy propped his chin pertly on top of his fist. "Ah, that's where you're wrong, my love. I only think about my stomach a fraction of the time. The rest is spent dreaming about you."

The girl laughed again; it sounded like wind chimes in the spring breeze. "You are so full of it, James."

The boy stood up, deterred from sky gazing. He approached the red haired girl, smiling. She released some of the string, and the kite flew higher. Her red hair haloed her head as the wind blew.

Wrapping his arms around her from behind, James breathed in deeply. "Mm... full of love, maybe."

"Resorting to cheesy pick-up lines, are we?" the girl asked.

"Of course. How else would I win your heart?"

"You really are pushing it."

"Never, Lily-Flower."

"Again with the Lily-Flower?"

"I like it."

The girl sighed, her grip on the kite loosening a bit. "I do too," she whispered.